Monday, May 25, 2020

Dissociation (Put the Lime in the Coconut)

Thinking about dissociation
that’s when you don’t feel that your body belongs in the world.
You need a physician,
but no one treats conditions
like yours, viz. feeling like a girl
when you’re running for the board of a men’s association—
Christian, at that—confident relaxation
scarcely to be found.
The physician
you consulted put you on dilantin
because you had weird brain waves and classical migraine,
but it wasn’t epilepsy but dissociation
your problem was—indications
bad all around.
“Doctor! Doctor!” (you said to your physician), “prescribe me a potion
that will let me exist in the world as the person
I feel I am in my very own skin and NOT SOME MAN!”
Thinking about dissociation
makes me need a head physician.